Page 18 of The Knotty Omega

I frown. “Is she okay? I know it can be discouraging to not have success with a pack…”

“She’s fine, Mattie.” My boy rolls his eyes. “She seemed…underwhelmed. Not upset.”

“That’s good.” I nod.

“I know. And I know that logically, as long as she’s happy that should be enough, but I’m honest enough to admit that I hope the other packs crash and burn.”

A startled laugh escapes me. “Oh,cucciolo, you should not say such things aloud.”

He grins. “You love it when I go feral.”

“I do,” I agree. “Are you leaving to go home now?”

“Yeah. I’ll see you in an hour? Are you up for Nonna’s lasagna? Or would you rather have something lighter like minestrone?”

“Both sound wonderful, my love. You choose. I’ll see you in an hour.”

We hang up, only for my phone to immediately ring again, this time with Titus’ name.

“Titus. What can I do for you, brother?”

“Matt,” Titus grunts in greeting. “Are you almost done at work?”

“I am…” I say slowly. It’s unusual for Titus to check in like this. “What’s going on, Titus?”

“Nothing is going on.” He sighs, and I can just imagine how he’s running a hand over his buzzed head right now. “I just…are we sure about her, Matt?”

“About…Cady?” I ask, incredulously. “Of course we’re sure. We have our meeting in two days.”

“I know we do.” He sighs yet again. “Just…Ollie is getting…overly excited. You know how he gets. He’s buzzing around non-stop, asking to give me a new tattoo to get out his nervous energy. He has fucking hearts in his eyes, Matt, and he’s never even met the omega. What if…what if she doesn’t want us? He’s going to have his heart broken.”

He’s not the only one. Titus will never admit it, but ever since we first scented Cady, his alpha’s been near feral. He thinks he’s hiding it by working fifteen hour days, but we all know better.

“I’m sure, Ty.” I say with certainty. “Every time I get a whiff of her scent I’m rock solid for two hours, and I can’t wait to scent it straight from the source. She’s our true scent match. I’m certain of it.”

He grumbles something unintelligible, then grunts. “Fine. One meeting.”

Titus hangs up the phone and I’m left with the memory of Cady Jackman’s scent in my nose, my now-throbbing cock tenting the fabric of my slacks. Pressing the button under my desk to lock my office door, I palm my dick through the fabric of my pants. My phone rings again, and I answer it with the hand that isn’t fondling my erection without having to even see who it is.

“Ah,cucciolo, have you called to give me a hand?”

“I can sense your desire through the bond, alpha.” Archie’s voice is rough over the speaker. He didn’t video call me this time since he’s driving, but his desire is echoed back at me through the bond.

“I was imagining how our little mate smells, and now I need to take care of this problem before I leave the office with a circus tent in my pants.”

He groans, the sound making my already aching dick throb with need. “I want to take her between us.”

“Tell me,cucciolo,” I purr, unbuttoning my pants and taking out my weeping cock. “What would you do to her?”

“Fuck, Mattie,” Archie curses. “I just got home, hold on.” There’s a shuffling of sounds, doors slamming, a shout from a confused sounding Ollie, Archie yelling "For fucks sake, Ollie! No, I don't want a tattoo!", before my phone rings with a video call. Grinning like the cat that got the cream as I answer it, I squeeze my inflating knot when Archie appears on the screen, looking to be completely naked with his back against our headboard. A chuckle leaves me. “Eager boy, are we? Turn the camera around so I can see that beautiful cock of yours.”

“Yes alpha,” he chokes out, and the camera flips so I have the perfect view of my beta’s hand as it strokes up and down his shaft. I tap the button on my screen to do the same so he can see me as well.

Archie and I are not strangers to phone sex. I often have to go away on business trips, and we’ve had many an orgasm over video chat. “Good boy,” I purr, running my thumb over the slit where pre-cum is leaking out. “Now tell me, what would you do to her?”

“I would—” He gasps at a particularly rough stroke of his hand. “I would have her straddle you on the bed,” my hand starts to stroke up and down as he speaks, “she would face away from you, and I would kiss her.”

“How would she taste,cucciolo?” I groan as I imagine grabbing her perfect ass as she bounces up and down on my cock, pretending that my hand is her wet heat. I’ve never been with a woman before, I imagine her skin would be softer, more supple than my beta’s.Not better or more enticing, but a new sensation for us to experience together.

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